Well, I spent my September 11th avoiding the TV and helping to organize the library at my roommate's synagogue -- a fitting activity, I thought. We did, however, go to the ecumenical service at Drury during the noon hour. It was very good; I've been to too many such services that were, well, not good. This one was meaningful, and the words of the chaplain were wise and comforting. They had the stained glass windows open onto the cool air.

I feel at home.